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is brand new:

L'estasi
dell'oro

(Italian
for "the ecstasy of gold") - Ennio
Morricone -

from
the 1966
movie:

The
Good, The Bad and The Ugly

(I actually saw the movie in a movie theater, back then, with a friend
of then.)

Some years ago, I posted
a verbal description of my home page banner, above. I snapped the
digital photo with my own digital camera, many years ago. To my
surprise, I found many ghostly personages in the leaf configurations:
1) To the right of the tree trunk is a man's face pointing to the left.
I originally felt it looked like Abraham Lincoln, but I just noticed
that it bears a far stronger resemblance to Richard M. Nixon.
2) Between the trunk and the bough is a man's head in profile, pointing
to the left. It originally reminded me of some guy I used to see,
decades ago, but I never knew him. Now it also reminds me of a possible
ancient statue.
3) To the left of that is the unclothed upper torso of a lady with
outstretched arms and prominent breasts.
4) Between and below the last two is a black cat, which reminds me of
the black cat we adopted (or it adopted us) some years ago. It has long
since passed on. It also reminds me of the cartoon character, Felix the
Cat.
5) Immediately to the left of the palm tree is the big X, which has
always reminded me of the X in the Confederate battle standard. It also
reminds me of the type of content that would bear that rating.
6) To the left of that is what has always seemed like a big bird headed
straight down with its mouth agape.

Please
excuse me if my home page it looking like
a "global warming" debunking page. If that's what it takes to educate
people, then so be it. Here is more evidence/proof that "man-made
global warming" is NOT REAL. Please visit and read this page: ANTARCTIC ICE IS INCREASING !

Here's more good news about the world not being so bad off after
all.
Here's the founder of the Weather Channel debunking "global warming:"

One hopeful sign is in those scientists who
speak out against corruption, like John Casey, in his Cold Truth
initiative [John Casey is a former White House space program advisor,
consultant to NASA Headquarters, and space shuttle engineer. He is now
one of America’s most successful climate change researchers and climate
prediction experts.]. He delivers the real truth. Read about it here: the real truth about "global warming"

Ah, and I mustn't omit Dilbert's view of the climate-change hoax. Click
here for it.
Alas, I herald the news of Jennifer Aniston's newly announced sneak
wedding to Justine Theroux. I just spied a report that they married in
Bel Air, today, the 6th of August, 2015. Well Jen, all I can say at the
moment is : "How could you do that? You realize how much I enjoyed
looking at your tits up close, don't you?" Maybe it was too good to
last, for me? I think not.

By the way,
Jen,
it looks like I've got people really equating you to Jen the Hen. As
evidence, I cite the reappearance of the free-range-chicken GEICO
commercial, on the same day you married Justin. That can't be a mere
coincidence. So, it looks like you're really Jen the Hen, Jen.

As for Madonna, if I didn't know better, I'd probably conclude she were
trying to get back on my good side. I really have a good side, you
know. Madonna will always be how Madonna is, if a miracle doesn't
intervene to change her.

Oh,
would that this were real !

a la one of the late scenes in the Clint Eastwood movie, The
Outlaw Josey Wales

How is it that Madonna keeps
having things in common with "Chinese year of the" animals? Is that a
blessing? This is the year of the fire rooster. Okay, let me
think about how this is still your year, Madonna. Uh . . . you had the
song, years ago, Burning Up. About the rooster part . . . uh . . . you
always have ruled the roost. So, it looks like it is still your year,
again. You're the burning-up fire rooster that rules the roost.

Good news! I
found a copy of the article I wrote, explaining my old relationship
with Whitney Houston. To read it, click here. To sum up, Whitney wanted to
marry me back then, in 1979. I kind of
wanted to marry her, but I had issues with the idea, so I steadfastly
refused.

By the way, for those of you who read my former web page on it, I
remember who the young petite lady was to my left, in the back seat of
the car with me, that one time. She was Yaya. Bear in mind that Whitney
was only 16 years old, back then, so her friends maybe were close to
her in age. I at first thought Whitney may have been older than me, but
I was 21. I could hardly believe it when she told me she was 16.

That was a real doozy of a kiss between me and Whitney, that one time
in the former Ben Frank's restaurant, in Hollywood. She had long,
perfectly straight, black hair, at that time. One of the first things
Whitney said to me, after we sat down at the counter was, "Do you have
any Quaaludes?" I had never heard of Quaaludes, so of course I didn't
have any.

And there was that time I drove her to Muhammad Ali's
apartment. She guided me there, as I drove her over in my then
'64 VW beetle. His place was in Hollywood, in a second floor apartment,
on what I think was an east/west street. He was at first on the balcony
in front of his apartment, and we looked up at him from my car. Then we
went up and into his place. She talked with him for a while. There were
just the three of us in there, at the time. I didn't want to hear what
they were talking about, so I effectively blocked it out. To this day,
I have no idea what they talked about, that time.

Oh, and then, many years later, Whitney turned up dead in a bathtub!
And then her daughter, Bobbi Kristina, also turned up nearly dead in a
bathtub, and has since died! I never met Bobbi Kristina. She came along
well after Whitney and I broke up.

Whitney
and Bobbi Kristina look happy in this
photo.

Well,
real
life stories don't always have happy endings.

I sincerely believe that Whitney would NOT have recorded I Will Always Love You, if I hadn't
suggested it to her, in a final conversation, one day, in 1979. Well,
as you know, she DID record it, and took home a Grammy Award for it,
too. See, this is another example of my musical good luck charm working
its magic, that time for Whitney. Can you imagine her career without
that one? It helped push her over the top. Incidentally, "I will always
love you," was what I said/thought, about Whitney, in the wake of that
above-mentioned passionate kiss, standing in the front, inside of Ben
Frank's restaurant. There were others standing around, at that moment.
I didn't know those words were going to be the title of one of her
biggest hits.

Okay, now I can't close this discussion without bringing up a
conversation I once had with Whitney. One day she told me her name was
Houston, so I couldn't resist mentioning that one of the residential
streets in my neighborhood had that same name, Houston. She also asked
me what name she should use (same conversation). In hindsight, I
believe she was making a early allusion to the definite fact that she
wanted to marry me. After that time, it was out in the open, in clear,
unmasked language, about her wanting to marry her. I wished I could,
but I didn't think it would work out for me.

Whitney, I really cared about you. I felt guilty about tuning you down.
But now you can't read this, except from the beyond.

Although many reporters could feel uncomfortable with the following
information, it is the truth, nontheless. I state it here, as an
historical note about who I am, and something about my background:

I
really am
the
original Stephen Bray, of early association with Madonna. I made up the
name one day, while I was with Madonna, indoors someplace (on Sunset
Bl. in Hollywood). We were in some plain-looking room of a studio, back
in such primordial times. I wanted to keep my preexisting first name,
which was, and is, "Steven," but I felt like switching to the other
popular spelling, "Stephen." The last name I sort of pulled out of a
magical, nonexistent hat, so to speak, and that name happened to be
"Bray." It was short and simple, and it mysteriously came to my mind,
and the rest is history. Now, I want to explain about the other Stephen
Bray, the black guy, who got all the credit and fanfare. Madonna pulled
him into the picture, during a timeframe when I was feeling spooked
about everything, as if I could be in deep trouble just for trying to
pursue a career in music. Alas, I was so timid about my place in the
music industry, back in those days. Madonna's bringing in the other guy
to be me, instead, so to speak, was the so-called solution to my lack
of temerity in the music field. This was one of the mistakes I made in
music, and a big one at that. I don't know who would ever acknowledge
the truth about all this, but I know. The ones who would know, besides
myself and Madonna, are various young men, who also hung around with
Madonna and I. Some of them were in forward seats in the limosine, but
I was always the favored one, in the back, alone with Madonna. There
were various young men, whom I walked with on the street, who also were
in our crowd, whether or not they were ever honored with a limosine
ride with us. So, I'm telling you what it was, and is, now. I never
went to court to make it my real name. Madonna always had an artifice
for every circumstance, and this is a case in point.

This is not to say that the traditionally
acknowledged black Stephen Bray wasn't involved in real music, and so
on. He was.
However, I was the real guy who hung around with Madonna, and rode with
her in her limosine. Madonna was already doing the limosine scene in
the 1970's, before the public had heard of her. I know, because I was
there with her. I had a good time with her, and I even had sex with
her, once. But, as you can deduce from the above, there was room for
improvement, as far as what I got out of it. Some of her music DID come
from me. Some of the music other music people got famous for also came
from me, as examples: 1) Green Day, and 2) Maroon Five. And that's not
all. My music always made the big time.

If I recall correctly about this detail, I did meet the black Stephen
Bray, once, but that was all. He was never around any other time, when
I was with the Madonna crowd.